When I was younger, summer lasted forever. What happened to that? Are we spinning round the sun that much faster? Or if I ask the young now, will they say it lasts forever?
Is it the trivial ways we spend our days, futzing about on Facebook and Twitter and similar, not forming any real memories, just a sea of digital droppings, random thoughts and pictures of food? Why do we fritter about so, anyway? What is this fear of missing out on something, while missing out on everything?
Why is the summer quiet? Where are all the children nowadays? Not chasing each other in the grass, but absorbed into the same digital distractions? Will they ever learn to live, and love the summer for what it is? Or were we the last?
When DC blew up everything 30 years ago with Crisis on Infinite Earths, it was a mistake. They've tried to retrofit so much since then to recover from that mistake that they've made the problem much worse than the one they were trying to solve (i.e., convoluted continuity).
I guess Marvel wants to align with the movies' continuity and relieve themselves of all the baggage of decades of book continuity. I wish they wouldn't. We invested a lot of time following these stories, time that will be, well, lessened if it's all thrown away.
But hey, Disney, anything to make a buck, right? It's not really about, y'know, sharing joy and all those moral lessons that the movies preach. It's all a facade, a charade. It's all about the money, right? Ideals? Ethics? What kind of world do you live in, kid?
So, 2015, and the world is weirder than ever. I’m not sure who was a better predictor of the weirdness: William Gibson or the Monty Python troupe. Though maybe Monty Python was a catalyst, as they weren’t in the business of futurism.
According to the FBI, Sony was hacked by the government of North Korea, and the U.S. now has sanctions against North Korea because of it, which just has Gibson written all over it.
This post's title, btw, is by Hunter S. Thompson, who knew a little something about weirdness. Happy new year.